Hello bloggerinis. Don't Big Pupi and I look handsome?Just kidding. That's our aunt and uncle (cousins?) Jake and Paisley. I know... the four of us would make quite a troop marching our way through downtown! But I've actually never met them since they live a few days of riding in the puke-mobile away. I've only heard stories. One of these stories, as fate may have it, is about raw feasting.
My grandhumans put Jake and Paisley on the raw diet shortly after Pupi and I started to notice all of the health benefits from fresh feasting. They eat mostly a pre-made ground raw diet, but this past weekend they got to chow down on their first bone-crunching chicken wing! Jake, who is normally the speed-feaster, oh-so carefully chewed his wing into tiny portions and broke it to bits before sending them down to his tummy. Paisley, on the other hand, stood there frozen with her eyes moving wildly, with a nice juicy wing waving goodbye from her jaws. She wouldn't eat it! She also didn't want anyone to take it. She watched Jake make his way slowly through his meaty deliciousness, but she remained statuesque with only the occasional glance in her brother's direction. Thinking that she would eventually feel the beast inside and go to town on the wing, her humans let her be. They thought wrong. She remained unmoved and drooling, with an in-tact wing still dangling from her lips. It wasn't until her mom came and grabbed hold of the protruding wing that Paisley began to fight for it. She began to tug at the meat and chew on the bone and before she knew it she was feasting! There was no turning back once those tasty juices hit her tongue! Paisley pulverized the bone within the wing, and then swallowed the gelatin-like bit of bird whole. It was gone in a belch!
Jake and Paisley were totally fine after the their first bone-in meal. They wrestled with joy for the remainder of the morning and then ended the day with some tasty ground beef. Yum! This bone crunching will help to clean years of kibble yuckiness that has built up on their teeth. It sure worked for Pupi who was about 4 months away from scheduling a teeth cleaning at the Place of Tile and Steel. Now he has sparkling white choppers! In other news, Jake's stinkhead has magically disappeared, just like mine did! He even had it way worse than me, and after being fed raw he no longer has that "doggy smell" that would get on the humans' hands and clothes. It's been a few months since Jake and Paisley made the switch from kibble to raw, and they've both kept a healthy, lean weight, have not had one single ear infection, suffer from no allergies, and are full of energy and a love of the feast. Now that's tasty news!
Talking about tasty news, I have discovered a new talent. I can catch birds! I got myself a juicy little house sparrow while out for a walk with dad last week. I am a master hunter!
Mom is not too thrilled, however, and I just can't imagine why. I can provide for our family! In the true spirit of all things Stanislaw, this new-found ability has become an overwhelming obsession (add it to the list!) and now I only want to hunt birds whenever I'm outside. And they're everywhere! It's so great. I'm so focused on bird hunting that I forget to do my Good Boy in the Good Boy Spot, and since I've been getting pretty good at avoiding Good Boy in the apartment, I wind up not going at all. In fact, I held it for over 12 hours yesterday because I couldn't get myself to focus and was forced to mom before dawn with one serious potty emergency. She was so happy to see my smiling face! But man, I barely made it outside before I exploded with weebles. It was some excellent territory marking. Sometimes not even I can believe my own beastliness.
Catch birds & mark territory,
Big Pupi has a request:
If you've been reading our blog for a while now, you probably know that Stanislaw has some.... um.... mental issues. He is indeed a special boy. He's prone to developing obsessive behaviors that control him to the point that he can't even focus long enough to lift a leg. While he's improved dramatically and has lost most of the compulsions and ticks that he had when first adopted, he will still develop new obsessions and still suffers from generalized anxiety when away from his home and familiar territory. We've been working with his "therapist" to help him get over his anxiety problems, but it's been slow going - especially when it comes to his screaming about town! Well, mom has emailed his therapist about his new bird hunting obsession, but I was hoping to get some advice from my fellow dog bloggers! Anyone have any ideas how to get Stanislaw out of these habits? My humans try to treat and distract but absolutely nothing breaks though. And if feasts don't get through to Stanley, you know that you've got one major obsession issue on your paws. He loves the thrill of the hunt!
The obedient son,